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You may be short of time, short of cash, and running out of sanity this week, but I would wager that you don’t lack for advice. Your parents, teachers, and anyone else over 21 has no doubt given you a congratulatory pat on the back then slipped in their two cents on how to be happy, successful, and how to avoid

Sometimes the right amount of badgering pays off because last week I pestered and harassed my way into the trip of my dreams. While most folks fantasize about Paris and Rome, I was raised on a farm and as I zipped up and down the country roads in our neighborhood there’s nothing I wanted more than to spend an hour on a tractor.

There’s not a living high school graduate of Poosey who can forget Miss Finley. Lola Albright Finley was the school’s entire high school math department for 47 years. She taught all four years of high school math, coached whatever sport was needing a mentor, sponsored the cheerleaders, headed the Jr-Sr prom, and taught music whenever the school was without a song leader. There

If you don’t have indigestion when you wake up in the morning, one good dose of the world news will be enough to make your gut start to cramp. Missing jetliners, Russian land-grabbers, school shootings, meth labs, and global climate change are enough to ruin anyone’s morning toast and coffee. Last week I watched a wonderful actress perform in a play and when

The average Joe on the street doesn’t know much about the Supreme Court and I have feeling that’s just dandy with the justices who sit there. We know that they line up once a year for a picture where they closely resemble the judges at a dill pickle contest, and they look like none of them have ever worked for Meals on Wheels.

I walked in on my friend June this week. She didn’t answer the door but this is Poosey… you just walk in. I thought I heard her voice in the back of the house so I assumed she had visitors, but when I walked into her den she was alone… talking. One woman sitting in a chair talking.

It takes very little these days for Herb to get himself into a royal snit and last week he was snitting full-bore as we stood in the checkout lane of the grocery store. The lady ahead of him had her hands full, both of groceries and children, and a goodly-sized line had backed up behind her as she carefully laid out a row

I’m ready for a party. Oh, I know that living in this most blessed of nations it’s hard to say that we deserve anything, but dog-gone it, after living through a winter like we’ve just endured I think we’ve earned the right to treat ourselves to a shindig. Print up the t-shirts proclaiming, “I survived the winter of 2014!” Break out the champagne